pjbooks Chapter 105 Sword Domain!
Chapter 105 Sword Domain!
The moment the silver light spread across the entire Gobi Desert, an extremely bizarre scene unfolded on the battlefield.
The charging abyssal demon soldiers, the bat-winged demon kings hovering in the sky, the abyssal demon generals hiding behind the ranks and directing the attack, and even the abyssal behemoth lying behind the battering ram, preparing to launch a fatal blow against the city gate—all stopped at the same moment.
"He's here." Luo Qinghe stood beside him, the icy blue spiritual energy wrapped around the five fingers of her right hand slowly fading away. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, not a smile, but an instinctive reaction of her muscles after her nerves, which had been tense all night, finally relaxed for a moment.
"Here he comes." Ye Wuhen's thumb stopped on the thirty-year-old wear mark on the sword guard. The Sword Saint's face was not smiling, but in his deep and tired eyes, honed by years and battles, he reflected the increasingly bright silver light in the east, the figure that emerged from the light, and the dark blue school uniform that person wore, fluttering in the morning breeze.
When Jiang Chen stepped out of the sword domain, the sand beneath his feet, which had been corroded by the power of the abyss for an entire night, was fading into a dark green color in all directions centered on him.
It is sword intent.
Jiang Chen's sword intent had been refined to the point that it didn't need a sword, light, or even any form of energy to materialize and cover the entire battlefield. His divine sense was the sword, his will was the sword, and his very presence was the sword.
The Demon King's army began to retreat.
"What's the panic?" Balsalon's voice rang out from behind the ranks, hoarse and murky, but every word seeped into the nerves of every demon soldier like venom. "He's the human who killed two Apostles. The Celestial Emperor? Ha. Astra died at his hands because Astra was stupid. Morgana died at his hands because Morgana was weak. Those Apostles, those useless cowards hiding in the sky, dare to compare themselves to our Demon God Realm?"
He took a step forward. The dark green swamp beneath his feet spread in all directions with this step, and the power of the corrupting laws re-coalesced and strengthened the dissipating abyssal power. Dark green patterns crawled along the sand towards the feet of each retreating demon soldier, pinning them to their feet. The retreat was forced to stop, but the carapaces continued to tremble.
"All troops—" Balsalon's dark green eyes slowly rotated, sweeping over the seventy-odd demon kings present. The horn runes on the right half of his goat skull began to writhe wildly. "Target: Jiang Chen. All demon kings, attack simultaneously! I want to see if a Celestial Emperor, praised to the skies by two useless apostles, can withstand the combined attack of the seventy-two demon kings of the Abyss!"
The moment he finished speaking, the clouds above the battlefield were suddenly torn apart.
In the sky was an energy storm created by over sixty figures simultaneously unleashing their full power. Dark red abyssal fire, eerie green corrupting light, icy blue death frost, deep purple soul curses—over seventy demon kings, over seventy different abyssal laws, bombarded Jiang Chen from all directions in the same instant. The torrent of energy crushed the air, creating deafening sonic booms. These booms overlapped, and the shockwaves tore deep trenches several meters into the Gobi Desert. Even the awakened ones on the city walls could feel the suffocating pressure emanating from them.
Then, Jiang Chen made a move.
He didn't dodge. He simply pulled his right hand out of his school uniform pocket. The movement was slow, so slow that everyone on the battlefield could see it—his arm slipped out of the pocket, the cuff of his uniform sliding past his wrist; his five fingers loosely clenched in the air, the fingertips slightly curved; his palm facing upward. The posture was as casual as raising his hand to answer a question in class.
"Sword, come!"
Two words. The sound wasn't loud, but it pierced through the roar of the energy torrent, the shrill whistling of the shockwave tearing through the air, the eardrums of every awakened one on the city wall, the live broadcast signal, and billions of screens, clearly reaching the ears of everyone watching this battle.
In the void, a sword condensed in Jiang Chen's palm.
That sword was unlike any of the swords he had used in the Hall of Apostles.
This sword is Jiang Chen's natal flying sword. It was nurtured by him in the cultivation world for a full thousand years, accompanying him from the Foundation Establishment stage to the Tribulation Transcending stage, helping him slay ancient dragons and elephants, ancient demon gods, and even the Heavenly Dao itself. Its name is "Severing Thoughts"—the "Severing" in "Severing Obsessions" and the "Thoughts" in "Severing Obsessions".
Jiang Chen gripped the sword hilt. In that instant, everyone on the battlefield felt a strange tremor.
The Sword of Severance emitted a clear, resonant sword cry in Jiang Chen's palm. The cry was silent, yet it pierced the souls of everyone present. Immediately afterward, the silver halo suddenly expanded, lengthened, and condensed, transforming from a flat plane into an arc, and from that arc into a silver curtain of light stretching across the heavens and earth. The curtain continued to expand, to rise, and to spread in all directions. Its edges exceeded the range visible to the naked eye, the width of the Demon King's army formation, the length of the Liangzhou Fortress walls, and even the horizon of the Gobi Desert. It covered the Demon King's army, the Liangzhou Fortress, the entire western border, and the hundreds of miles of wasteland stretching from Black Wind Canyon to Liangzhou City.
Even with the live stream camera zoomed out to its widest angle, it still couldn't capture the entire edge of this light screen in the frame.
The live chat exploded at that moment.
"What the hell is this thing—"
"It's not a sword domain! A sword domain is a sea of swords! This isn't a sword! This is—"
"It's sword intent!!! Pure sword intent!!! He turned the entire sky into his own sword!!!"
Balsalon's dark green eyes contracted sharply. He felt it. The silver light curtain covering the entire sky was essentially a sword intent, a pure sword intent that Jiang Chen had condensed to its extreme with a thousand years of cultivation, no longer needing any physical sword blade as a carrier.
"You..." Balsalon's voice lost its usual cat-and-mouse languor for the first time, "What exactly are you—"
"Didn't you say you wanted to see if I could withstand the combined attack of the seventy-two demon kings?" Jiang Chen interrupted him.
The light flowing across the Sword of Severance illuminated Jiang Chen's face. That seventeen-year-old face, those eyes as calm as a thousand-year-old deep pool, that slightly upturned corner of his mouth. The trembling boy kneeling in a pool of blood was gone; standing here now was the Immortal Emperor who had shattered the void and torn apart the heavens.
Jiang Chen gripped the sword, as if it were the entire weight of his thousand years of cultivation, and then slashed down with it.
No one could describe that sword strike. The live broadcast couldn't capture it, the Awakened Ones on the city walls couldn't see it clearly, and even the peak S-rank Demon Kings couldn't track it with their divine sense. It was as if only a silver light remained in the world—straight, pure, without any impurities, a silver light that seemed to cut the entire world in two.
A beam of silver light slashed down from the sky and landed right in the center of the Demon King's army formation.